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Only the dervishes let their women go free.
My own daughters dance in their heads.
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The men here beat us for bringing flowers
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The men here beat us for bringing flowers
under our burqas to smell.
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I tell my daughters stories to satisfy their freedom.
We sing our landays together by the hearth.
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Perhaps my daughters will travel to kitchens far away,
we have been singing about these places since Eve began.
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we have been singing about these places since Eve began.
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